CLOWN.
Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, here’s money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, for love’s sake, to make no more noise with it.
FIRST MUSICIAN.
Well, sir, we will not.
CLOWN.
If you have any music that may not be heard, to’t again. But, as they say, to hear music the general does not greatly care.
FIRST MUSICIAN.
We have none such, sir.
CLOWN.
Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I’ll away. Go, vanish into air, away!
[Exeunt Musicians.]
CASSIO.
Dost thou hear, mine honest friend?
CLOWN.
No, I hear not your honest friend. I hear you.
CASSIO.
Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There’s a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general’s wife be stirring, tell her there’s one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech. Wilt thou do this?
CLOWN.
She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her.